A childhood friend of mine, who I hadn’t seen or really even spoken to in 15+ years, FaceTimed me yesterday…
…From my mom’s house.
…With my mom!
He said when he got into town, before he did anything else, he wanted to swing by “Mama Hogan’s” house… and could only remember that the street she lived on started with an “L” and that it had a giant tree on the front lawn.
…Well his memory served him well because he found the house, rang the doorbell, and ended up chatting with her for nearly two hours.
…Like it hadn’t even been 15 days.
It was the highlight of both my mom and my’s holiday. And I share it because it was such an inspiring effort—-especially after having lived out of town for 15+ years.
This is the kind of effort that people remember. This is the kind of effort that makes “real ones.” This is the kind of effort that cements friendships, memories, and legacies.
…This is the kind of effort our modern culture so desperately needs.